I don’t really believe in love.

The thought of love makes me want to vomit.

Like actually vomit not a feeling of wanting to vomit but physically purge my body.

Not because I don’t believe in it but because it’s not real.

When I was in “love” I thought everything was amazing.

Truth is whatever feeling or emotion you have is not real.

All these feelings/emotions are based on brain signals.

Everything you “feel” is a figment of your imagination.

I just needed to be honest.

But you know what? Though I say this; my favourite songs are based on love.

All The Cure songs that I like are about love.

My fave Queen song is about love.

All the songs I like are about it.

tokio-lights:

mrsugarpink:

rapewhistled:

followmehome:

It’s not “bacon,” it’s a pig.

It’s not “veal,” it’s a calf.

It’s not “steak,” it’s a cow.

It’s not “meat,” it’s an animal…

its not “fruit”, its dividing cells that accumulate fructose…

it’s not delivery. it’s digiorno.

Me duele que me digas lo mismo.

Siempre me dices que no valgo nada.

Siempre me mientes.

Pero aunque duela no lloro.

Me quedo callada.

Siempre me dices que nadie me va aguantar.

Que nadie me quiere.